Fallen, my blood seeps into the ground.
Blinded, my mind hijacked and confounded.
I tried to destroy my own soul, I listened to my own lies.
Bound in a tangle of darkness, my throat raw from the
screams and cries.
Resurrected, my wounds cleansed and purified by the Creator.
Eyes wide open; I take hold of the clarity and power He
bestows.
Snapped me out of my delusions, cut the ties that held me
trapped and lost.
Keep telling yourself a lie, and soon it becomes the truth.
God is not the author of confusion, He gives us direction on
what to do.
Throw off the ropes, shred the lies like paper and
toss them to the wind.
Your feet weren’t meant to be stagnant, and your mind wasn’t
made to sleep.
Pick your body off the floor, plant your feet firm and grit
your teeth.
In Him, you will overcome, you will survive, and you will
find peace.
There’s a reason for this tempest, and this hurricane is
only one of many.
The torrent of emotions is only a season, and you’re strong
enough, you won’t drown.
You’re in a refining fire and in the end you will be like
silver, if you fully seek the Lord.
This tribulation will free you, brace yourself and stand
your ground.
Freedom isn’t a gentle thing, liberation takes you by storm.
So throw your chains away; allow the flood to envelop your
soul.
You will bleed, you will plead for the end to come.
The darkness of night only points to our need for the sun.
I see clouds on the horizon, but I am thankful for the
storms.
Lighting illuminates the heavens; thunder rolls like an
orchestral score.
Focus on the prize ahead, think to the years of the
future, when,
Tried by the fire, having weathered the turbulence,
having done all to stand,
Your skin will be thicker, your mind wiser, and your feet closer
to the Promised Land.
